Poems and fiction in English by a writer from Finland.
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Monday, 11 June 2007

The Language of My Childhood

When I met HPY last week, she told me that one of the reasons she had started her blog. was to keep up with her Finnish. She has been living abroad for thirty years, now living in France.

From HPY I got the idea to start a new blog (yes, I know, it will be my fifth, not counting my homepages...addicted? Me?).

When I was a child, I spoke as fluently both Finnish and Swedish, my mother being of Finland’s Swede origin. When I grew older and left my childhood’s home, my Swedish became poorer and nowadays I’m afraid the language of my mother will vanish from me all together.

This is why I’ll start a new blog in Swedish. To keep up with the language of my childhood times, the source of my origin. I’ve written short stories, memories of days gone by. Some are pure fiction, some may have a hint of truth in them.

When the time is due, I’ll let you know the address of my new blog. I’m not in a hurry.